One Direction's Baby; Baby Styles.

Four~

Was he serious? Zayn had to be kidding. How could I even think about cheating on Harry? It was a horrible thought. I was barely even pregnant, heck, only three months! "Move!" I yelled at Zayn, pushing him out of the chair. I logged him out and instantly went on my twitter.

"@Bethy_Bear27 is such a whore! #HarryDeservesBetter"

"@Bethy_Bear27 Poor Harry, he was looking forward to the baby! #BethanyIsASlut #TeamHarry"

"Leave @Bethy_Bear27 alone! I bet it's not true! #Barry" Thanks, my little fan..

"@Bethy_Bear27 stay away from Harry! Slut. #TeamHarry #BethanyIsASlut #PoorHarry"

What even!? I saw a tweet with a picture then clicked on it. What the hell! That's Andi, he's gay! Harry is the father!

I was so caught up in the tweets and my thoughts that I didn't realize I was crying..bawling, actually. I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. It was Liam.

"Beth, come on..We'll take care of it. Please don't cry."

"Harry is gonna see it! He's gonna hate me! He's gonna leave me with the baby, alone!" I cried even harder into Liam's shoulder, coughing a bit. He slowly rubbed my back, taking a deep sigh.

"Beth, no. He loves you."

"HE WON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE!" I yelled, crying even harder.

Minutes dragged on and I eventually stopped crying. Harry was still in bed, hopefully sleeping. I sat on the couch, my head resting on Louis' shoulder. I sniffled, taking in a shaky breath.

"WHAT THE HELL!" We heard a yell coming from down the hall. I started crying again, he was gonna hate me..